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Jisung has been in Chan’s dungeon several times now. He and Felix are lucky enough to have an extra bedroom with an entire setup. When Jisung was first given a tour, he was shocked to discover they practically have every type of equipment his mind could conjure. 

The five of them entered the room together, all knowing exactly what was to happen. 

Well, except Jisung. 

He knows the basics, of course. He will be given three tests personally thought up by Minho, Chan, Hyunjin and Felix. At this point, they have essentially formed a committee committed to helping him learn how to be the perfect slave for Minho. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and apparently it takes two doms, one sub, and one switch to mold Jisung into a proper slave. They’re all well aware of Jisung’s limits, and he trusts them wholeheartedly. 

“Slaves,” Chan says, addressing Hyunjin and Felix, “strip and wait in the center of the room.” 

Hyunjin and Felix automatically do as their Master instructed, and Chan turns his head to look at Minho. 

Minho steps toward Jisung. “Baby,” he starts in a gentle tone, and it’s so overwhelmingly sweet, very different than the cold, unbothered tone Chan uses with his slaves. 

Minho is a fantastic, sweet, caring boyfriend, but as a dom, he’s typically more… firm. At times, he can even be mean. That’s what Jisung expected him to be like as Master too, but whenever Chan, in all his strict perfectionism, is leading Jisung’s training sessions, Minho always overcompensates. He’s probably not even aware of it. 

Jisung won’t complain, though. He and Minho have done scenes with different combinations of the three before, so Jisung knew how strict Chan can be. Still, as Minho’s submissive, he was never subjected to being fully under Chan’s control. Now, because Chan is helping Minho train him, Jisung has to treat him with the same amount of respect and reverence as Minho. With how unrelenting Chan is in his training, Minho’s sweetness is a major relief. 

“Can you take off your clothes and get into the inspection position?” Minho finishes asking, not telling. 

Jisung nods as he reaches for the hem of his own shirt. 

Chan and Minho get to remain clothed for this. They’re not slaves, or in Jisung’s case, a slave-in-training, which is even further below a slave. 

Felix has been Chan’s slave for years now. Felix told Jisung that they met through Felix’s former dom. Chan and Felix soon began dating, and since Chan was also a dom, it felt weird to keep seeing the other one. From there, Chan became Felix’s only dom, and, with their shared limited Master/slave experience, they worked together to mold Felix into the perfect slave for Chan. 

Over a year ago, they met Hyunjin at a munch. He was new to the scene, and, according to Felix, it was love at first sight. They gradually got to know him, and vice versa, over the course of a couple weeks, and then Hyunjin started to do occasional scenes with them. Occasional scenes eventually turned into Chan officially becoming Hyunjin’s dom, which then turned into Hyunjin becoming Chan’s slave, alongside Felix. 

As Jisung folds his clothes to place them aside, he glances over at Hyunjin and Felix. 

As Chan directed, they’re both completely bare. Side by side, they stand in the waiting position—standing, legs spread apart, back straight, and arms locked behind their back with their hands holding their elbows. 

Jisung enters the inspection position for Minho. Similarly to the slaves, he stands with his legs spread apart. Instead of keeping his arms behind his back, though, he puts his hands behind his head, fingers laced. He straightens his back, being extra careful to keep his ass and chest out—something he has been scolded for numerous times by both Chan and Minho. Lastly, the most important thing—he holds steady, unwavering eye contact with Minho. 

Minho’s eyes roam Jisung’s body for a few seconds, and then he nods slightly. “Good.” 

He steps closer and rests a hand on Jisung’s waist. Slowly, he slides his hand down Jisung’s bare body to his hip, where he then steps even closer to reach around and grab Jisung’s ass. It’s no surprise he would start there. He does this often when they hug, and Jisung has to fight the habit of reaching up and wrapping his arms around Minho’s neck in an embrace. 

Evidently satisfied with his groping of Jisung’s ass, Minho takes a step back before teasingly circling his right nipple with a single finger. Then, unexpectedly, he delivers a quick peck to Jisung’s lips. 

Jisung manages to keep a straight expression, but he can’t stop the warmth spreading across his face. 

Minho turns his head to look back at Chan. “Hyung, would you like to touch him?” 

Jisung keeps his eyes on Minho as Chan approaches him. Minho backs up to make room for him, and wordlessly, Chan gropes at Jisung’s chest. His palm rubs Jisung’s nipple, but Jisung keeps his position stable, making no movement besides blinking and breathing. 

Chan then lowers his hand, only his fingertips running down Jisung’s front. His hand disappears, and Jiusng thinks he’s done, but he reaches for Jisung’s balls, and Jisung almost flinches. Chan gently runs his fingers across the underside. It tickles a little. 

He finally removes his hand and turns to Minho. “You’ve got a good one.” 

This is hardly new, and Chan has touched Jisung before on several different occasions. Still, his words are perfect for helping Jisung—and probably Minho as well—get into the right mindset for what is about to happen. 

Chan steps away from Jisung to go to his slaves. Minho quietly tells Jisung to take the waiting position, and he does. 

“Present,” Chan orders in a calm but firm voice. 

Jisung keeps his eyes on Minho’s beautiful face, but he can hear Hyunjin and Felix kneel on the floor. Chan is going to put their collars on; that’s how they start all their scenes. 

Felix is always first. He has a day collar—a pretty thing with a thin chain and a small O-ring that holds a tiny blue gem—that Chan removes first. Jisung hears the thin chain gently hitting the surface of the small sidetable where Chan keeps his slave’s collars on display. Now Chan will walk around Felix to put on his collar. It’s a deep blue, thick leather collar with a large O-ring attached at the front. In the back, behind the buckle, is the lock. Jisung can hear Chan buckling and locking it. 

Hyunjin doesn’t have a day collar to remove. His play collar is very similar to Felix’s; the only discernible difference to Jisung is the color, with Hyunjin’s collar being a rich burgundy shade. 

Jisung wonders what kind of collar he will have. He and Minho have talked about it and looked at a few online, but Minho always ends it by reminding him to be patient. 

“Alright,” Chan says, stepping back from his slaves and reappearing in Jisung’s peripheral vision. “Minho, are you ready?”

Already looking at their hyung, Minho nods. 

“I’ll explain, then,” Chan says. “As you know, Jisung, the four of us spent a lot of time brainstorming to come up with these ideas, but… if anything gets to be too much or uncomfortable beyond what you’re okay with, then please use your safeword. We can renegotiate or end the scene, whichever is most comfortable for you. Using your safeword isn’t failing the test. Understand, Jisung?” 

Minho turns to look at him. 

“Yes, Sir,” Jisung answers politely. 

Minho gives him a small, reassuring smile. Why does he choose this moment—the one time Jisung is not supposed to react to anything—to be so cute? 

“There will be three tests,” Chan explains. “I will introduce each one as we come to them, but each is designed to test certain traits of a good slave. Hyunjin and Felix will assist when necessary. After you have performed all tests, Minho and I will discuss your results. If you pass the test, you will be rewarded. Do you have any guesses as to what your reward will be?”

Jisung thinks for a moment. “My collaring ceremony, Sir?” He guesses. 

“Yes,” Chan answers. “Your collaring ceremony will be arranged to happen very soon, but that isn’t all. Your future Master had the idea to include two rewards.” 

Under Jisung’s gaze, Minho looks down shyly for a moment. 

“We agreed that if you pass the test,” Chan continues, “the slaves will pleasure you however they wish while we watch.” 

Jisung’s not even surprised. Of course, Minho would negotiate for that. Jisung has played alone with Hyunjin and Felix only once before, and he couldn’t stop talking about it for days afterward. It was that crazy good. 

Like a proper slave, Jisung doesn’t obviously react to the news, but Minho’s eyes are on him. He knows that Jisung is excited about his chosen reward. 

“If you fail,” Chan goes on, “then you’ll obviously have to undergo more training before being collared, but of course, you still need a punishment… You’ll have to pleasure all four of us, and, no, I don’t mean a simple handjob.” 

“Does that sound reasonable to you?” Minho asks Jisung. 

“Yes, Sir, more than reasonable,” Jisung answers. 

Minho flashes a relieved smile. He looks like he’s trying to hold back his excitement. 

“Let’s get started, then,” Chan says. “The first test will measure your obediance and endurance. You must follow commands without hesitation and endure pain without compliant.” 

Pain? Jisung mentally cringes. With Minho’s inner sadist, Jisung isn’t new to receiving pain, but he wouldn’t exactly consider himself a masochist either. It’s likely that Chan will be the one administering the pain, and that’s… scary. 

“Beside you, Felix will act as the perfect model slave,” Chan explains. “He has been given permission to give advice and guidance through these trials. In the same vein, Hyunjin has been given permission to make each test more challenging—within reason.”

Fuck. 

“Remember, they’re slaves, and you’re still just in training,” Chan reminds. “If either of them tells you to do something, you do it unless told otherwise by me or Minho. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Go ahead, Minho,” Chan says. 

“Jisung, kneel,” Minho says firmly. 

Jisung releases his position to quickly kneel. He keeps his hands in his lap. Minho accepts some offered rope from Chan. 

“Inattention,” Minho commands as he nears Jisung, granting him the ability to look down or around the room as he wishes. 

Jisung relaxes a bit, lowering his eyes to his hands in his lap. 

Minho kneels before him. “Wrists.” 

Hands together, Jisung holds his wrists out to Minho.

Minho creates a loop in the black rope. Jisung watches as he wraps the rope around his wrists three times before feeding the end through the original loop. From there, Minho uses the rope to cinch the rope in between his wrists. He uses his fingers to check that the tie isn’t too tight. 

Jisung turns his head to see what the others are doing. Hyunjin is still kneeling in the present position, while Chan ties Felix’s wrists similarly to what Minho is doing to him. 

Minho’s hands stop working, so Jisung looks back to him.

“Good?” Minho asks. 

Jisung nods. 

Still holding the rope, Minho stands. He rounds Jisung, bringing his tied hands up over his head. 

Minho uses the remaining rope to wrap around Jisung’s chest, just below his pecs, to securely hold his wrists behind his head. He knots the rope off, then moves his hands to Jisung’s waist. 

“How is it?” Minho asks, caressing Jisung’s bare sides. 

“It’s fine,” Jisung says before remembering, “Sir.” 

Though Minho’s been his dom for almost as long as they’ve been together, they’ve never used titles outside of joking together. 

Minho laughs a little behind him. “Your elbows are still loose, so you’ll need to remember to keep them up. This test will be pretty quick, though.” He stands to round Jisung again to look him up and down. “Spread your legs.” 

Jisung does as directed. 

Minho nods in satisfaction. He kneels before Jisung again. Immediately, both his hands are on Jisung’s thighs, rubbing and stroking. He does this quietly for a few seconds before using both hands to massage one thigh at a time. 

“Is Chan hyung going to do it?” Jisung asks. Please be Minho, please be Minho, please be Minho…

Still massaging, Minho looks up at him with a smirk. “Is hyung going to do what?”

“You know what,” Jisung says before quickly adding, “Sir.” 

“You’ll see,” Minho answers simply before lightly slapping Jisung’s thighs several times to get the blood flowing even more. 

Jisung’s brows furrow in frustration at his lack of an answer, but he says nothing. 

“Hyunjin, go get the flogger, the one I set out already,” Chan says suddenly. 

Jisung feels a wave of ice coldness shoot through his body. He looks at Minho, who only gives him an extra hard smack on the thigh before standing up and backing away. 

Jisung turns his head to look at Felix also kneeling and tied, though it’s difficult with his arms in the way. 

“First, you’ll both sit here for some time,” Chan says. “Looking straight ahead, no slouching, no fidgeting, no complaining. Felix, Jisung, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Felix says immediately. 

“Yes, Sir…” Jisung says. 

“Again, safewording is always an option,” Chan reminds. Both subs stay quiet. “Alright, start.”

Within thirty seconds of silence, Jisung begins to wonder how he ended up here—hands tied behind his head, kneeling completely naked in a room with three men staring holes into him. There really is no room for ego in kink. 

Having his elbows up in the air is quickly moving from ‘uncomfortable’ to ‘painful,’ but Jisung tries to keep his feelings and wandering thoughts in check. If this is what Minho wants of him, then it’s what he must do. It’s his purpose to be whatever his Master wants him to be. He’s going to pass this test with flying colors, and soon, Minho will officially become his Master. 

Jisung’s eyes naturally keep being pulled to where Minho stands before him. He’s not doing anything either, just silently watching Jisung, wanting him to do well. 

Hyunjin stands farther back, flogger in hand. Will he be the one to use it on them? 

Jisung has no idea how much time has passed or how long he’s expected to hold this position. Minho said it wouldn’t be long, and really it can’t be, or their arms would lose circulation. The ache in Jisung’s arms and back grows stronger, but he mentally zeros in on his submission. This is for Minho, and that’s all that matters right now. 

It could be seconds or minutes, but Chan eventually interrupts the silence. 

“Good job. Now we’ll move on to the second part of this test. I’ll flog you both, starting with Felix. No slouching, flinching, squirming away, changing positions, or complaining. Watch each other, cry and wince to your heart’s content, but if it’s a word other than your safeword, it shouldn’t come out of your mouth… Got it?”

“Yes, Master,” Felix says in unison with Jisung’s “Yes, Sir.” 

Jisung watches as Chan comes to stand in front of Felix. 

Felix’s legs are open like Jisung’s are. 

“Ready?” Chan asks Felix softly. 

“Yes, Master,” Felix answers, looking up at Chan with big, submissive doe eyes. 

Jisung notes how Chan’s lips twitch into an almost-smile before he takes a step back and prepares to flog Felix. 

The first strike comes fast but pretty light onto Felix’s right thigh. Felix winces slightly. The second strike is about the same on the opposite thigh, and Felix’s reaction is the tiniest bit smaller. The third strike is very light, and Felix doesn’t react at all. 

Chan pauses, looking down at Felix for a second before coming over to Jisung. 

Acting on instinct, Jisung keeps his eyes downward as Chan stands before him. 

“Ready?” Chan asks. 

“Yes, Sir,” Jisung says. 

The first strike on his thigh comes very suddenly, and Jisung whimpers. It stings. The strike isn’t too bad, but it’s harder than Minho would start off with. On the other thigh, Chan delivers another strike, maybe slightly harder. Jisung winces. Like with Felix, the third strike is light, and Jisung manages to stay silent. 

Chan heads back over to Felix. In his absence, Jisung looks at Minho, who gives him a reassuring nod.

Chan strikes Felix’s thighs a few more times before coming back to Jisung. 

The first strike is pretty light, and so is the second one. Then, Jisung makes the fatal mistake of thinking, ‘Pssh, whatever, this is nothing.’ Chan’s third strike hits his inner thigh hard. It stings terribly, and tears spring up in Jisung’s eyes as he cries out in pain. Did he hit Felix that hard? The next strike is a little less painful, but higher up than the others, coming dangerously close to his soft cock. 

“Hyung,” Minho says, stepping toward them, “not so high up.”

Chan turns to look back at him. “It was the same for Felix.”

“Well, Felix is yours, and Jisung is mine,” Minho says. “Watch his dick.” 

Jisung isn’t sure if the conversation is heartwarming or hilarious. He can hear Hyunjin laugh from further away. 

“Okay,” Chan says, laughing a little. “I was just trying to scare him a bit, but that’s fine. He is yours, after all…” Chan teases before laughing again. 

With that, Chan heads back over to Felix. 

Jisung looks at Minho. His eyes are still on Chan, and part of Jisung begins to worry that Minho is legitimately mad; but then their eyes meet, and Jisung can see a tiny, satisfied sparkle in Minho’s eyes at having gotten away with telling Chan to lay off. 

It’s funny.

Unlike the sounds currently coming out of Felix as Chan flogs him.

Soon, Chan comes back over to Jisung, and Jisung doesn’t miss the way Hyunjin inches closer. Shit is about to get real. 

Chan flogs Jisung’s thigh, and it stings, but it’s okay. The second strike is very hard, and a couple of tears spill from his eyes as he cries out. The third strike is somehow even harder, and Jiusng struggles to not close his legs in an attempt to save himself from being hit again. 

“Breathe, Jisung,” Felix says to him from his nearby place on the floor. “Focus on your posture.”

At the reminder, Jisung straightens up a little. As he does, his eyes naturally track Hyunjin, who quietly comes to stand behind him. 

Chan’s next strike comes, and it’s light, but Jisung doesn’t get to feel relieved for long. From behind him, Hyunjin tugs on the rope holding Jisung’s bound wrists to his body, successfully upsetting Jisung’s physical balance and mental composure in one fell swoop. It brings the soreness of his arms back to the forefront of Jisung’s mind, and then, before he can even process that, Chan is striking him hard again. The noise that escapes Jisung is embarrassingly high-pitched, and Hyunjin laughs a little before releasing Jisung’s rope. 

Chan strikes Jisung in the same place. Hyunjin’s one tug has made Chan’s continued assault so much harder to deal with. Jisung’s been torn out of his focus, and it’s hard to regain it under the conditions of his pain and soreness. Jisung’s arms are shaking, struggling to stay up and in position. 

Chan strikes him again, and Jisung can’t take any more. His body moves on its own—against his will—and slumps forward as his arms simultaneously lower. 

Chan and Hyunjin back away as Minho comes to untie him. 

Jisung stays slumped over as Minho works to untie the knots confining him. He’s tired, and this was only the first test. He didn’t do well—he knows that. Obedience and endurance; obedience was pretty good, but endurance… not so much. Hyunjin distracting him was his downfall. He was pulled out of his headspace too easily. 

“That wasn’t bad,” Minho murmurs to him as if able to sense Jisung’s thoughts. 

Not bad is not the same as good, but Jisung won’t make that point now. 

Once Minho finishes untying him, he spends a couple minutes giving each of Jisung’s upper arms a brief massage. Jisung looks over at Felix to see Chan caring for him as well. Hyunjin is sitting in an armchair near the bed, and he’s… touching himself? It seems like he’s trying to get himself hard, so the next test must involve pleasuring him in some way. 

Minho comes around to Jisung’s front and helps him stand. “Stretch your legs a little. You’ll be on your knees again soon.” 

After a couple of minutes, Chan commands Felix and Jisung to assume the waiting position. 

“The second test will measure your precision and skill,” Chan explains. “With your mouth, you will edge Hyunjin almost to the point of cumming. To make it more challenging, you’ll be blindfolded when it’s your turn. The key here is to use your remaining senses to focus on Hyunjin’s reactions and adjust accordingly. Felix will go first as an example, and then Jisung will follow. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Chan directs Felix to kneel before Hyunjin and Jisung to kneel beside Felix. Chan and Minho sit on the bed nearby. Jisung watches as Felix slips his blindfold over his eyes. 

“Start,” Chan orders Felix. 

With his hands on his red, abused thighs, Felix leans down to take Hyunjin’s hard cock into his mouth. Hyunjin lets out a comfortable sigh as Felix begins. Felix bobs his head up and down, taking Hyunjin’s long cock into his mouth with ease and experience. 

It’s fun to watch, and Jisung feels an oh-so-familiar heat pooling in his stomach. He wonders if Chan and Minho are feeling similarly. 

Jisung has never received a blowjob from him, but Felix seems to be very good at it. Hyunjin’s cock shines with his saliva, and loud wet, sucking noises fill the room. Hyunjin looks to be doing everything he can to hold in his sounds. One of his hands hovers over Felix’s head as if he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch it. 

“You can touch him,” Chan grants, noticing the same thing. “Grab them, make noises, you can even thrust a little, just let them stay in control.” 

With that, Hyunjin cards his fingers through Felix’s long hair. Felix hums around his cock, and Hyunjin moans quietly in response. His eyes watch Felix closely, like he’s completely mesmerized by the sight of his own cock in his mouth. 

Jisung is admittedly jealous. He can’t touch himself—that goes without asking. What kind of slave can't watch a blowjob without touching themselves? That’s just embarrassing for both him and Minho. Jisung wants to turn to look at Minho, but he’s supposed to be watching Felix work. An example, Chan said. 

Jisung bites his lip as Felix pulls off Hyunjin’s cock. It’s long and positively soaked in Felix’s saliva, which makes it glisten in the dim light of the room. Jisung watches as Felix slowly and teasingly takes Hyunjin’s cock back into his mouth. His leg muscles tensing up, Hyunjin fully moans this time. So slow and careful, Felix sinks deeper and deeper until he takes the entire thing down his throat. 

“Shit,” Hyunjin curses as Felix slowly sucks on his cock. 

Refusing to let up his infuriatingly slow pace, Felix moans around Hyunjin’s cock. 

Hyunjin whimpers. “Fuck, please…” 

Jisung’s cock aches, begging for even the slightest amount of attention. Jisung tries to force himself to ignore it, but images of Felix sucking him just won’t leave his mind. Felix’s pretty, innocent, brown eyes staring up at him as his tongue expertly massages Jisung’s cock on each stroke. The way he would suck just right, and when Jisung came, he would swallow it all, every last fucking dr— 

Felix pulls off Hyunjin’s cock with a loud ‘pop.’ 

“Fuck, no…” Hyunjin complains in a weak whine. His breathing is heavy. “I was so—”

“Good job, Felix,” Chan praises, cutting off Hyunjin. “Remove the blindfold, give it to Jisung, then come sit up here with me.”

“Yes, Master,” Felix says, doing as told. 

Jisung accepts the blindfold from Felix, and they switch places so Jisung can kneel before Hyunjin. Before Jisung puts on the blindfold, he notices Chan’s hand in Felix’s lap. He chances a quick glance and notices that not only is Felix hard from sucking Hyunjin’s cock, but Chan is stroking him teasingly. Is he going to jerk off Felix while they watch Jisung suck Hyunjin?

Jisung hurries to put on the blindfold before he’s scolded by Chan for not following directions. 

“No hands,” Chan reminds Jisung. 

Jisung keeps his hands on his still-sore thighs. He slowly leans forward, toward Hyunjin. He’s never been very fond of blindfolds, and so he’s never attempted to perform a blowjob with one on. No matter how far he leans, he can’t seem to find Hyunjin’s cock, only his legs. 

Jisung hears Hyunjin sigh in annoyance from above him.

“Help him,” Chan says.

Then, Jisung feels a large hand grabbing the back of his head. 

Hyunjin pulls Jisung’s head toward his cock, and it touches Jisung’s lips. Jisung opens his mouth to finally take it inside. It’s still wet from Felix, but Jisung doesn’t mind. They’ve shared a cock before, but that aside, how could he be bothered? Good slaves aren’t bothered by these things. 

Hyunjin’s cock is long, but nothing too hard to handle. Jisung begins bobbing his head at a steady pace. Hyunjin’s already gotten close, so he needs to be extra careful. 

“Change things up,” Felix says to Jisung. 

Hyunjin must be looking less than enthused, which is kind of insulting… Minho always likes his blowjobs… Right? 

“Go fast, then slow down,” Felix adds. “Change how hard you suck, things like that. Don’t keep the same exact rhythm the entire time.” 

What the hell? Has Minho been secretly badmouthing his blowjob skills or something? He’s not exactly new to sucking dick! 

Jisung slows down. Each time he comes off Hyunjin’s cock, he sucks hard, and soon, Hyunjin is making small noises with each one. 

Then, Jisung switches it up. He speeds up but alternates between long and short strokes. Hyunjin moans. After just a few strokes, his fingers card through Jisung’s hair and begin pulling lightly. His hips buck ever so slightly, wanting to fuck up into Jisung’s mouth but intentionally holding back. 

“That’s right,” Felix coos. “See how much he likes it? His legs are straining and twitching, and he’s pulling on your hair. He’s getting closer, so you need to ease up. Pull off if you need to.” 

Jisung slowly pulls off Hyunjin’s cock, and Hyunjin lets out a noise of disappointment. 

“Is that good enough?” Felix asks quietly. Jisung assumes it’s for Chan, but he can’t hear him respond. 

No one says anything, so Jisung takes Hyunjin’s cock back into his mouth. Hyunjin’s grip on his hair stays tight, but Jisung tries to deal with it. He isn’t given long, though, before Hyunjin holds his head in place and fucks up into his mouth. 

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” Hyunjin says breathily. 

This could be advantageous. If Jisung lets himself be used, then Hyunjin will be doing most of the work. He’ll probably stop once he starts getting too close, and then all Jisung has to do is bring him a little bit closer, then pull off. Easy. In the off-chance Hyunjin does lose control of himself, someone would probably stop Hyunjin before he ruins the test, anyway. 

Hyunjin fucks up into Jisung’s mouth, breathing heavily above him. Just to speed up the process, Jisung moans around his cock. He can practically taste success. 

“Ah, shit,” Hyunjin moans, voice pitching higher than normal. He’s getting close. “‘s so good.” 

Jisung pulls back, pushing against Hyunjin’s head. Hyunjin lets him pull away without hassle. Jisung pulls completely off Hyunjin’s cock and pauses. Surely, that’s it. 

But Chan’s words never come. 

“He’s just messing with you,” Felix informs. “He wasn’t close at all. He’s laughing at you.” 

Jisung can’t help the tired sigh that comes out of him. 

“You can do it,” Felix encourages. “Keep going.” 

Jisung takes Hyunjin’s cock back into his mouth. Hyunjin’s hand is still in his hair but no longer gripping so tightly. Jisung swipes his tongue across the underside of Hyunjin’s tip, over the frenulum. This always pulls endless moans out of Minho, but nothing escapes Hyunjin. 

Feeling frustrated, Jisung takes more of his cock. He resumes his actions from earlier since Hyunjin seemed to enjoy that. When Hyunjin doesn’t respond as well as the first time, Jisung goes faster and sucks harder. He just needs more now because he’s not as close. That’s fine. Jisung works hard, eager for this test to end. It’s not fair that Hyunjin gets to be rewarded for torturing him. Really, with the way the test is set up, it’s no wonder Hyunjin is fucking with him. He either tricks Jisung and gets to come into a warm mouth, or he doesn’t get to cum at all. 

Suddenly, a large glop of precum lands on Jisung’s tongue. Before he can react, cum begins to shoot down his throat. 

Fuck. 

Jisung quickly pulls off. Hyunjin is already cumming, but that doesn’t mean Jisung is going to miss the opportunity to ruin his orgasm. It’s only fair. 

Jisung can hear Minho laughing from the bed. He reaches up and practically rips the blindfold off to glare at Hyunjin, who looks completely unapologetic, fisting his own cock to work himself through his orgasm. 

Precision and skill; skill was apparently really bad to begin with, and precision would’ve been good had Hyunjin not gone out of his way to fuck with him. 

“Am I bad at blowjobs or something?” Jisung asks, looking at Minho. 

Laughing again, Minho shakes his head. “No. You made him cum, didn’t you?”

Jisung stays quiet. 

“Really, you’re not,” Minho reaffirms. 

“We’ll talk about it later,” Jisung says, ignoring the way Chan laughs. 

“Ready for the final test?” Chan asks. 

Jisung knows it’s near impossible to pass since he’s already failed the previous two tests, but he nods. 

“The last test will measure your submission and humility,” Chan explains. “You’ll have to set your pride aside. Ready to begin?” 

That’s the only explanation he gets? 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Stand and go to the center of the room,” Chan instructs. 

Jisung does as told, and the rest of the group follows behind. 

“Present,” Minho orders. 

Jisung kneels on the floor and places his hands on his thighs, facing upwards. He keeps his back straight and keeps his eyes on Minho. 

“Lower your head,” Minho says, surprising Jisung. “Don’t look at me.” 

Jisung does as told, staring down at the floor instead of his boyfriend. The room is totally silent. Do they all know what’s about to happen?

“You’ll stay like that,” Minho tells him in a stern voice. “We’ll begin the degradation ritual, and you won’t move or speak unless explicitly told otherwise. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Jisung answers as a cold sense of excitement begins to run through him. Still looking down at the floor, he notices the others circle him. 

Someone touches his head, running their fingers through his hair. The same hand moves to lightly run fingers across Jisung’s upper back. He thinks it’s Felix, but then, the hand nudges his shoulder to test him and his ability to stay silent. It must be Hyunjin. 

“So, you want to be a slave?” Chan asks. Following Minho’s instructions, Jisung stays quiet. “Do you understand how desperate and pathetic you have to be to want to be a slave? Just being a sub isn’t enough for you, is it? No, you want to be an object.”

Jisung says nothing. 

“Or would you rather be a toy?” Chan continues taunting him. “That must be it. Minho’s told me a lot about you, you know… I know all about how insatiable you can be, how you beg and beg for Minho to fuck you and make you cum again and again…”

Jisung flushes with embarrassment. 

“You’re probably hoping that when you become his slave, he’ll use you as a sex toy,” Chan says. “Bend you over wherever you are, fuck that tight ass, and fill you up. Would that be enough for you? You’re lucky you met Minho… Most men would not be so happy for their friends to fuck their boyfriend, whether they got to watch or not.”

Jisung dry swallows. His hard cock doesn’t waver in the slightest. 

“Being here like this… I could just reach down and jerk you off right now and make you cum all over yourself,” Chan says. “Hell, I could keep going after you cum too. You may love cumming, but even a slut like you wouldn’t last a day with me. I would destroy you… but Minho would be a good slave-owner, right? He’s really sweet on you, huh? Tell me.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jisung answers. His voice trembles a bit. “He would be a good Master. He… He loves me.”

“Yeah?” Chan asks simply.

Jisung stays quiet. 

Chan laughs. “You’re worthless, you know?” His voice is light and casual, like he’s asking Jisung and Minho to go out with him for lunch. “A worthless toy. Say it so everyone can hear it.”

“I’m a worthless toy,” Jisung says obediently. 

“Louder.”

“I’m a worthless toy,” Jisung says louder. 

“Louder.”

“I’m a worthless toy!” 

Chan steps forward and thumps him on the head. Jisung winces but stays quiet. 

“I bet if Minho did that, you’d cum all over yourself,” Chan says.

Jisung’s face heats up even more. 

“Tell me, has Minho ever made you cum completely untouched? Nothing on your cock or in your ass.”

“Ye– Yes, Sir,” Jisung answers honestly. 

“How?”

“I was… sucking his cock,” Jisung admits shamefully. 

Chan laughs, and Jisung can hear Hyunjin laughing from behind him too. 

“Of course,” Chan says. “You love feeling a cock, don’t you? What a cock slut… Aren’t you embarrassed? Every man in this room has had you in some way… Felix is the only one who hasn’t fucked you, right? Tell me.”

“Yes, Sir…”
Chan hums. “I think that might have to change today. What do you think, Felix? Want to fuck him? You haven’t topped anyone in years, right?”

“Yes, Master, I wanna fuck him,” Felix says. 

“Yeah, I can’t blame you for that,” Chan says. “He feels good, really easy to stretch open since he’s so used to taking cock. He’s like a fleshlight; you don’t even have to worry about being careful. Shove it in, and he’ll thank you.”

Jisung can feel precum dripping down his cock. He squeezes his eyes closed.

“Since you’ve already failed twice, I’m going easy on you,” Chan says. “I think you know that. You should already feel ashamed of yourself. You failed miserably. Everyone starts somewhere, but Felix and Hyunjin were never as miserable as you.”

Jisung stays quiet as tears well up in his eyes.

“Hyunjin? Want a turn?”

Hyunjin grabs Jisung’s bowed head, shaking him around a bit. “Hyung’s right. You failed, and honestly, it was a little embarrassing to even witness. I can’t imagine how Minho feels right now. He must be ashamed.”

Jisung hears someone clear their throat, and Hyunjin briefly pauses. 

“Hear that?” Hyunjin asks Jisung. “Your knight in shining armor.”

Who? Minho? Felix?

“I’ll be quick because I’m looking forward to your punishment,” Hyunjin continues. “Just beg me to forgive you for existing. That’s all.”

Jisung stays quiet.

“Go on,” Hyunjin goads. “Do it now.”

Jisung swallows before speaking. “Please… forgive me for… existing.”

“What was that?” Hyunjin taunts. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“Please… forgive me for existing,” Jisung repeats.

“Speak clearly, Jisung,” Felix says. “You can’t be embarrassed. Humility, remember?”

“Please forgive me for existing,” Jisung says, louder and more clearly. 

“Again,” Hyunjin demands. 

“Please forgive me for existing, please.”

“More.”

“Please, Hyunjin, please forgive me for existing. I’m begging you, please. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

There’s a moment of silence. 

“Fine,” Hyunjin says eventually. 

“Touch yourself, whore,” Chan says. “Touch your cock for us.”

Jisung quickly takes his own cock in his hand and begins stroking himself. 

“He didn’t even hesitate,” Hyunjin says with a disbelieving laugh. “See? He likes this.”

Jisung keeps stroking himself. Even if he could argue, what’s the point? As Chan said, they’ve all played with him before. They all know what he’s like and what he’s into. Nothing’s entirely new.

Suddenly, a hand grabs Jisung’s hair and pulls his head back. Jisung keeps his eyes downward, but Hyunjin gives him a new order. 

“Look at them all watching you.”

Jisung raises his eyes. Chan stands directly in front of him, a prominent bulge in his pants and an amused smirk on his face. To the left is Minho. His face is more neutral, but his eyes are ultra focused on Jisung. He’s obviously hard as well. On the other side of Chan is Felix. He’s naked like Jisung and Hyunjin, and so his hard cock stands out and proud. They’re all hard, all watching Jisung jerk himself off on the floor. 

It’s humiliating. 

Without thinking, Jisung tries to turn his head to see Minho better. 

“Don’t look at him,” Hyunjin scolds, tightening his already painful grip on Jisung’s hair. “He won’t help you now. You’re ours until we’re satisfied, and then he can collect the trash.” 

Jisung’s grip on his cock tightens. 

“Stop,” Chan says suddenly. Hyunjin and Jisung’s hands simultaneously disappear from Jisung’s body. “Get on all-fours, turn around, and present your hole to us.”

Immediately, Jisung tries to obey. He clambers on all-fours to turn around, but then realization takes over arousal. Instead of lowering his upper half to the floor at Hyunjin’s feet to present his hole to the other three men, he falters and hesitates. 

“Focus on your submission,” Felix tries to help, but Jisung just can’t do it. 

He can’t overcome the embarrassment and shame of spreading his ass open for his boyfriend and his closest friends all at once. 

“Felix, Hyunjin, wait,” Chan says, and the two slaves obediently get into position. 

“Present,” Minho tells Jisung.

Jisung turns back around to face him and Chan and gets into the correct position. 

Standing side by side, Minho and Chan share a look.

“I was willing to be generous as long as you approved,” Chan says, “but… he’s really not up to par yet.”

“It’s because Hyunjin went too far with him,” Minho defends. “The blowjob test was practically cheating.”

Chan shrugs. “It is what it is. In the first test, a simple tug on his rope took him completely out of subspace. That’s the worst one, in my opinion.”

Minho stares at him quietly.

“You want to give him a collar he hasn’t earned?” Chan asks. “Working toward the goal and earning his collar is the most important aspect. He’ll have earned that collar through his own hard work and dedication, and nothing will ever be able to take that away from him. It means something. If you just give it to him, it won’t mean anything. He needs to have that sense of accomplishment, it’s healthy.”

Minho thinks for a second, then nods in agreement. “You’re right… He needs more training.”

Chan clasps his shoulder and smiles. “Time for the punishment, then.”

It’s macabre in a way—Chan’s excitement to punish him. They’re all excited, probably.

“Jisung,” Chan speaks as he and Minho approach him. “I think you should apologize to Minho… Don’t you?”

Jisung nods dumbly.

Chan gestures for Minho to stand before Jisung. Minho hurriedly pulls his hard cock out for Jisung. 

Jisung is happy despite his failures. He finally gets to feel Minho. Eager, he opens his mouth, tongue lolling out. Minho looks down at him and rubs the tip of his cock across Jisung’s soft tongue. Jisung savors the almost sweet taste of his precum—it tastes so Minho. Jisung hums in contentment.

“Slaves,” Chan speaks. “Come watch.”

At his command, Hyunjin and Felix come to stand with him around Jisung and Minho. Crowding Jisung in a semi-circle, the three men all look down to watch him take Minho’s cock down his throat. 

Minho bites his lip. It’s clear from his face how much he enjoys the others’ eyes on them.

That’s the real reason Minho doesn’t mind sharing.

Jisung is wholly his, and they both know that. Minho simply likes showing off what he has. His friends just seeing Jisung isn’t enough, though. He wants them to feel him, to taste him, to hear him. He wants them to know exactly what they can’t have without his say. 

Minho thrusts his cock in and out of Jisung’s mouth, familiar velvety skin moving between his lips. His skin is salty, and it’s perfect. He really shouldn’t with Chan around, but Jisung moves his hands to hold onto Minho’s legs. It only spurs Minho on, making him fuck into his mouth faster. 

“You can touch him,” Minho suddenly grants to someone.

Jisung then feels a gentle hand petting his head. “Open wider, take him deeper,” Felix says softly. “Show hyung how much you love his cock.”

Jisung moans and begins working in tandem with Minho’s thrusts in order to take him deeper inside. 

“Fuck, look at him…” Chan says quietly. “Pretty lips stretched out around that cock.”

Jisung feels Minho’s cock twitch in his mouth. Looking up into Minho’s eyes, Jisung moans around it. 

“Such a slut,” Hyunjin taunts. “This is supposed to be an apology, but he’s enjoying it this much?” 

“Maybe he failed on purpose,” Felix says to Jisung’s surprise. “He just wanted the punishment all along.” 

Jisung hums around Minho’s cock, unhappy with their talk about him. 

“What was that?” Chan teases. “You have something to say?”

Hyunjin grabs Jisung’s head, moving it on Minho’s cock at a steady pace. “Just tell us, Jisung.”

Jisung grumbles around Minho’s cock but doesn’t make any attempt to fight off Hyunjin’s hands. A few more bobs of Jisung’s head, and then, Minho is batting Hyunjin’s hands away to guide Jisung’s head himself. He’s gentle and slow. Jisung isn’t sure if it’s because he feels Hyunjin was too harsh or if he just wants to deny Jisung a mouthful of his cock. Knowing Minho, it could really be either one. 

“Do you want to prep him?” Chan asks Minho. “Or should I have Felix do it?”

Minho doesn’t answer immediately, evidently weighing the options in his head. “Have the slave do it.”

“Felix,” Chan says, “go get the lube.” 

Felix disappears from the group without complaint or hesitation. 

Jisung’s just glad Hyunjin isn’t the one prepping him. 

Minho pulls out of Jisung’s mouth. He affectionately runs a thumb over Jisung’s cheek. “Bed.”

Jisung stands on legs that ache from kneeling for so long and excitedly makes his way over to the bed. He climbs on to it and lays down on his back, hoping Felix will prep him like this so that they can kiss. 

The other men quickly follow in order to watch the show. With a bottle of lube in hand, Felix lays down beside Jisung. He teasingly runs a hand down Jisung’s front, ghosting over a nipple and then his hard, leaking cock. He grabs Jisung’s thigh and parts his legs.

Jisung lifts his head to look at the other three men who stand near by. All of their eyes are fixed on his exposed hole. He feels hot with embarrassment. 

Felix pays him no mind, though. With Jisung’s leg spread wide open, Felix runs his fingers over Jisung’s taint until he reaches his hole. He draws lazy circles around it, and Jisung twitches at the ticklish sensation. Felix’s hand disappears, and then there’s the click of the bottle of lube being opened. 

Felix’s finger, cold with lube, returns to Jisung’s hole. It runs over it just long enough to warm the tip of his finger, then it carefully enters. Jisung gasps a little at the coldness entering his warmest place, but Felix moves his finger in and out, and the temperature quickly evens out. 

Jisung turns his head to look directly at Felix, who already has his eyes on him. Felix’s eyes are dark and filled with a lust that hasn’t previously been seen by Jisung, as if it had been purposely hidden from him all along. Jisung’s eyes naturally drift down to Felix’s pretty pink lips. 

Suddenly, Felix leans forward to capture Jisung’s own lips in a kiss. Jisung kisses him back, eager though it will likely spark a fire inside Minho. Felix’s lips are so soft, and his kiss is so gentle and sweet despite its neediness. With the kiss, Felix pushes Jisung back, keeping him pressed to the bed. 

Felix pulls his finger out to add another one. The fit is more snug, but Jisung focuses on relaxing himself, and his hole loosens enough to take them. Felix fucks his fucks in and out of him as they continue to kiss. Jisung parts his lips as a plead for more, and Felix hungrily licks into his mouth. 

Felix’s fingers aren’t very long, but they’re long enough to brush over his prostate in a teasing, clearly intentional manner. Jisung’s thighs automatically twitch each time they do. Felix slowly pulls away, breaking the kiss, and Jisung doesn’t miss the way he coyly glances over at Minho before lowering his head to lick and kiss at his neck. 

Jisung wants to look up to see Minho’s reaction, but Felix feels too good on his neck to bother. With warning, Felix pulls his fingers out again to add a third. As Jisung has some trouble accommodating them, Felix’s kissing and licking turns into nipping and sucking, undoubtedly leaving marks behind for Minho to subtly scowl at later. 

With three fingers stretching him open, Jisung can’t help the tiny moans that leave his mouth. Felix’s lips feel so good on his neck, and his fingers skillfully brush against his prostate just enough to drive him wild. 

“Please…” Jisung asks quietly. He isn’t sure who he’s asking, Minho or Chan, but he’ll happily take a yes from either one. 

A new hand gingerly touches his shin, running slowly up it. 

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Minho’s smooth voice asks. 

Jisung almost moans at the pure pleasure and excitement for what Minho is about to do to him. “Yes, please… Sir.”

Felix pulls away from Jisung so he can look up at Minho just in time to see him laugh a little at his forgetfulness towards decorum. Minho’s already removed his shirt, and Jisung watches as his hands make quick quick of pulling his cock out. 

With his cock finally springing into sight, it’s clear that he’s been hard for quite some time. His tip is more red than usual, and a mouth-watering drop of precum sits at the top of it. 

Felix slowly pulls his fingers out of Jisung’s hole, and Minho hurriedly climbs onto the bed to take his rightful place between Jisung’s legs. Felix’s hand, fingers still coated in lube, comes to grope at Jisung’s chest, rubbing his nipple. Jisung watches as Minho’s hand disappears between them to line himself up at Jisung’s waiting hole. Minho rubs the head over his rim for only a second before pushing inside. 

It feels so right, so perfect when Minho enters him. Minho’s cock always fills him just right, and sometimes Jisung can’t help but humor the thought that he really was made for his cock. With his hands firmly planted into the mattress on either side of Jisung, Minho isn’t careful with him. He quickly takes to his usual fast pace, hips slamming into Jisung with a special kind of determination. 

Jisung’s moans come out loud and pornographic as Minho finds his prostate his ease. His cock hits it with each deep thrust, and Jisung grips onto Felix for support in face of the insurmountable pleasure of it.
“Felix,” Minho speaks, already a little strained from his exertion, “take his mouth.”

“Yes, Sir,” Felix says quickly, not needing to be told twice. He removes Jisung’s hands from his body and climbs further up the bed to kneel beside his head. He grips the base of his cock and guides it to Jisung’s mouth. 

Instead of parting his lips, Jisung chooses to stick his tongue out. He swipes it across the underside of Felix’s tip, pulling a small whine out of him. Holding himself firmly, Felix maneuvers his cock to swipe across Jisung’s tongue himself. 

Minho’s hands move to hold onto Jisung’s hips. “Go on, fuck his mouth.”

“Yes, Sir,” Felix says obediently. 

Jisung parts his lips, and Felix pushes his cock in between them. Jisung immediately moans around the head, and Felix lets out a shaky breath. With their positioning, Jisung can’t take the entire thing in his mouth, but he does what he can to bob his head on what he can reach. Felix bucks his hips slightly. 

“That’s right,” Minho praises him. “Such a good slave, fucking my toy’s pretty little mouth.” 

Jisung moans around Felix’s cock again. He reaches down to where Minho’s hands grip his hips and holds onto his forearms. Just the feeling of Minho in his hands adds to the euphoria. 

Unphased, Minho keeps fucking into his hole at a steady pace. The way his cock massages Jisung’s insides so well is the cherry on top of the stimulation to his prostate. Jisung’s legs begin to get shaky, the telltale sign of his impending orgasm. 

“Not yet,” Minho says, breathless. “You don’t get to cum ‘til we say so.” 

Jisung whines pathetically. Felix moans at the added stimulation and drives his hips to fuck into Jisung’s mouth with a new sense of need. 

“Fuck,” Felix curses. “Sir, ’s so good.” 

“Say ‘thank you,’” Chan orders, coming to stand by the bed. Hyunjin mirrors him on the opposite side. 

“Thank you, Sir,” Felix says to Minho. “Thank you for… letting me, ah… use your toy.” 

“Fuck…” Minho groans, his thrusts never slowing but only growing more forceful. 

Jisung’s legs are shaking more and more, completely uncontrollable to him. He grips Minho’s forearms tighter as Felix continues to mercilessly fuck his mouth. At this rate, he’s going to cum, and all he can do is try to prolong it. 

Hyunjin unexpectedly reaches out to squeeze one of his nipples. 

Jisung moans loudly around Felix’s cock, trying to alert Minho to his state, but Minho pays him no mind. He keeps fucking into Jisung like he’s nothing more than a toy as Chan whispers praises to him. 

“He looks so good around you,” Chan murmurs to Minho. “Taking that cock so well, he must feel so fucking good… Can’t wait to have a turn with him. We’re gonna fill his tight hole with all our cum, gonna watch it drip out.” 

Minho quietly curses to himself as his fingers painfully dig into Jisung’s hips. He fucks faster, and Jisung’s hole anturally begins to clench down on him. 

Hyunjin pinches his nipple again, harder this time. Jisung ends up sucking Felix’s cock a little harder in reaction, and Felix moans out some soft praises. 

Minho groans, thrusts once more inside, and pauses, his hips pressed flush to Jisung’s body. Jisung can feel his cock twitch inside him as he fills his hole with cum. Panting, he looks down at Jisung, and their eyes meet. Minho loosens his grip on his hips and caresses his sides gently. Still touching Jisung softly, he looks up at Felix. 

“Stop,” Minho orders, and Felix instantly pulls out of Jisung’s mouth. 

Minho leans down to press a small kiss to Jisung’s lips before slowly pulling out. He climbs off the bed and points to Jisung’s tired body. “Fuck him, slave.” 

Felix looks surprised and glances over at Chan, who nods. Positioning himself between Jisung’s legs, he turns to look back at Chan and Minho. 

“Lube?”

“You don’t need it,” Minho says, pulling his pants back on. “He’s plenty wet and opened up enough.” 

Looking down at where they’re about to be joined, Felix grips his cock and rubs it across Jisung’s gaping rim. Feeling needy and desperate, Jisung moans a little. Felix looks up at his face one more time before slowly pushing inside. 

Felix’s cock is smaller than Minho’s and, well, just not his boyfriend, but it doesn’t lessen Jisung’s enjoyment much at all. Not only is being fucked by Felix new to Jisung, but topping is a huge change from the usual for a strict bottom like Felix too. 

“Fuck,” Felix curses at the feeling of his hole wrapped around him. 

For Jisung, it feels almost like he’s taking Felix’s virginity. He reaches out to hold onto Felix. Like a virgin, Felix’s slow thrusts are uneven and clumsy. His breathing stutters, and Jisung knows he won’t last long. 

“Fuck him faster,” Chan commands. 

Felix obeys despite the overwhelming pleasure obviously taking a toll on him. He moans as he quickly fucks into Jisung. He isn’t hitting his prostate, but Jisung is thankful for the break after Minho’s turn. 

Chan steps closer to Felix to place a hand on his lower back. “That’s it, just like that. Feels good, doesn’t it?” 

Brows knitted together, Felix nods. “So good.”

“You want to cum inside him? Spill all the cum inside someone for a change?”

“Yes, please, Master, please let me cum…”

Jisung turns his head to see Minho, now fully clothed again, making his way back to the bed. He sits beside Jisung’s head and pets his head soothingly. Jisung is just about to beg him for another kiss when Hyunjin, on the other side of him, grabs his neck and forcibly turns his head. 

Before Jisung can even process the action, Hyunjin’s lips are on him. Hyunjin’s kiss is messy and rough in its hunger. He keeps Jisung’s neck in a firm grip as he sticks his tongue into his mouth. Jisung moans at the sensation of Hyunjin impatiently licking into his mouth. 

“Cum inside him, baby, cum inside Minho’s sex toy,” Jisung hears Chan’s voice say. 

Felix whines and suddenly cums while he’s still thrusting wildly. He’s quickly overwhelmed and pauses, his cock still half-way nestled in Jisung’s hole as it twitches as he unloads. Jisung moves his face away from Hyunjin’s just in time to catch Chan’s hand drifting lower to Felix’s ass and pushing him to be fully sheathed inside. Felix moans beautifully at the slight overstimulation. 

“Master, can I?” Hyunjin asks in a needy, subby tone that catches Jisung off-guard. 

Chan caresses Felix’s bare waist affectionately and nods. “Come on, baby,” he says softly to Felix, gently pulling him out and away from Jisung. 

Hyunjin hurriedly sits on the bed beside Jisung. He bats at Jisung’s hot body. “Get up. You’re gonna ride me.” 

Jisung looks over at Minho. 

“Your punishment is to be used however we see fit,” Minho says simply. 

Jisung weakly moves over to make room for Hyunjin to lay in his place. He straddles Hyunjin, but Hyunjin slaps his thigh. “Turn around.” 

With a sigh, Jisung turns around to straddle Hyunjin in the reverse. Feeling Hyunjin rubbing his cock against his hole, Jisung watches Chan and Felix. They’re standing a few feet away from the bed. Chan is holding Felix pressed to his body as they kiss deeply. Felix’s hand in between them, rubbing Chan’s bulge. Part of Jisung hopes to see them fuck as he rides Hyunjin. 

A hand slaps his ass, then quickly grabs and jiggles the fat of it. Immediately, Jisung knows that it’s Minho’s doing, but he still turns his head to look at his boyfriend anyway. Minho seems to have been anticipating that, though, because his eyes are already on Jisung’s face. They share a look. Beyond pleased, Minho looks happy, like he’s positively thrilled to watch Jisung fuck his friends. Jisung knew he liked this kind of thing, but his pure happiness is mind-boggling in an awfully arousing way. 

Hyunjin begins to pull Jisung’s hips downward so his cock can slide inside, and Jisung turns his head to look back toward Chan and Felix. Hyunjin curses quietly as his Jisung sinks down on his cock, taking him fully inside. Jisung leans forward to place his hands on the bed between Hyunjin’s legs, knowing that it’ll give Hyunjin and Minho a fantastic view of his hole taking Hyunjin’s cock. Hyunjin grabs his ass to push and pull him into a rhythm of fucking himself on his cock. 

Chan is now shirtless, muscles earned with countless hours of hard work on full display. He’s pushing Felix down onto his knees. Felix’s nimble fingers are making quick work of his pants, and soon, Chan’s massive cock is spring-free. Jisung bites his lip at the sight of it. Felix is swiftly taking it in hand to lick a slow, fat stripe up it, maintaining eye contact with Chan. 

Chan brings a hand to Felix’s head, fisting a lock of hair. Felix is unfazed by this, just continuing to stare up at his boyfriend with the most beautiful and innocent doe eyes Jisung has ever seen. He guides Chan’s cock into his mouth, and a small, satisfied smirk tugs at Chan’s lips. Just then, Chan looks up and makes eye contact with Jisung. 

Jisung flushes with embarrassment at having been caught, but he doesn’t look away. He notices that Chan’s eyes flick downward at his hard cock, still yet to cum. Just then, Hyunjin pulls Jisung down, and his cock hits Jisung’s prostate dead-on. A loud moan is torn out of Jisung. 

With both of Hyunjin’s hands on his ass, Jisung feels a third hand, Minho’s, rubbing and squeezing at the plush of his thigh. Jisung turns his head to look back at his boyfriend again, only to discover that Minho’s pulled his cock out, hard again. Eyes fixed on Jisung’s hole taking Hyunjin’s cock, he’s stroking himself. Jisung moans again, getting his attention. They make eye contact, and Minho licks his lips. Jisung’s eyes momentarily roll back in his head. Why isn’t it possible to be fucked by everyone all at once? 

The next thing Jisung knows, Felix is being thrown onto the foot of the bed. Chan has him bent over on all-fours, and Felix’s face is just inches away from Jisung’s. Chan quickly guides his cock into Felix’s hole and begins fucking him roughly. 

Felix whimpers, and Jisung reaches for his hand, covering it with his own. Felix looks up at him, and he’s so painfully beautiful—sweet brown eyes, cheeks tinted pink, and lips still slick with spit from sucking Chan’s cock. Jisung kisses him. 

On either side of them, Hyunjin bends his legs at the knee so he can better fuck up into Jisung. Jisung moans into the kiss with Felix as he hits his prostate again. Someone’s hand, presumably Minho, is cupping Jisung’s ballsack, gently rubbing the sensitive skin. 

Jisung breaks the kiss to moan. “Fuck, please…” He lowers his head, overwhelmed with pleasure coming from so many places at once. “Fuck me, Hyunjin.” 

Hyunjin fucks into him faster. “Still so fucking tight, even on your third cock.” 

Jisung is acutely aware of Felix slumping over in front of him. “Can I touch myself, Master?” Felix struggles to ask, breathless from Chan’s hard thrusts. 

“No,“ Chan refuses cruelly. “You’re gonna cum with just my cock, slave.”

Felix whines at the lack of permission. 

The sound of skin slapping skin fills Jisung’s ears. He lifts his head just enough to look beside himself, where Minho kneels on the bed. Still fondling Jisung’s balls and stroking himself, Minho whispers to him. “Taking his cock so well, baby… You look so pretty.”

“Can I… cum?” Jisung asks weakly. 

“No,” Minho says. “Wait a little longer.” 

Jisung whines loudly. “Let me cum!” 

Hyunjin slaps his ass hard. “So demanding. You don’t even deserve to cum after failing so miserably. What kind of slave demands to cum?” 

“Brats,” Chan answers. “Are you a brat, Jisung?”

“No,” Jisung grumbles. Like Minho would ever let him get away with being a brat… 

Minho laughs a little. “He’s just a slut. Can’t help that.” 

“Could… Lock him up…” Felix manages to get out. 

Jisung quickly turns his head to look back at Minho. 

“No, I like him slutty,” Minho says, smirking at him. He moves his hand from Jisung’s balls to stroke his cock. 

“Fuck,” Jisung whines. Of course, Minho is going to jerk him off right after saying he’s not allowed to cum. 

“I’m…!” Felix exclaims. “Cumming, cumming, cumming.”

Jisung raises his head to see. Felix is completely face down, ass up. His hands fist at the covers, and his knuckles are white. 

“God,” Hyunjin moans, fucking into Jisung harder. “”m close.”

“Master, Master,” Felix cries out in his deep voice as his cock twitches before soon leaking cum all over the bed. Chan keeps fucking him, unfazed by Felix’s body twitching as he’s fucked into oversensitivity. 

Hyunjin suddenly stills and pulls Jisung down to sit completely on him. Jisung can feel his cock twitching as he adds to the cum inside him. Minho keeps stroking Jisung’s cock, making Jisung’s hips stutter, inadvertently fucking himself on Hyunjin’s spent cock. 

Hyunjin pulls out. “He’s ready for you, Master.” 

Jisung watches as Chan pulls out of Felix, leaving him a breathless, sensitive heap on the bed. He rounds the bed. “Face down, ass up.”

Jisung lets Hyunjin move before doing as told. Wordlessly, Hyunjin takes an exhausted Felix and moves him to another area of the room. Unbothered, Chan quickly takes Hyunjin’s place behind Jisung. Without any warning, he sticks his cock into Jisung’s used hole in one smooth go. Jisung moans loudly at the stretch, and Minho’s hand leaves his cock. 

Chan begins to set a steady pace with hard thrusts as Minho moves to grope at Jisung’s chest and play with his nipples. Chan drills into Jisung mercilessly, and it’s clear he’s already at the point of chasing after his own orgasm, having already fucked Felix. Perhaps by chance, he finds Jisung’s prostate. Jisung fists at the dirtied covers, just as Felix had done earlier. 

“Fuck,” Jisung whimpers. “‘s so big…” 

This seems to spur on Chan more because he moans and fucks Jisung even harder. “Better not see you fail again… Better learn from this.”

What is there to learn from? If Jisung fails, he’ll get gangbanged by four insanely hot men. If anything, this makes him want to fail again and again. 

But he doesn’t say that. 

“Next time…” Jisung struggles to say through his moans. “I’ll pass… make Min— Sir proud… Wanna be his… slave… all his.” 

“That’s right,” Chan says as Jisung’s legs begin shaking. “Try harder next time.” 

It’s a demand, Jisung knows. 

He looks back at Minho, who’s furiously jerking his own cock. Before it, he holds out his cupped hand. He’s going to cum into his hand, Jisung recongizes and starts to get even more excited. He’s going to ‘make’ him eat it. 

Chan’s cock keeps hitting his prostate, and it’s too much. Jisung can practically feel his brain turning into mush. He’s so painfully close, and just seconds away from begging Minho to let him cum when a hand wraps around his cock and issues quick strokes. 

“Cum for me, baby,” Minho’s soft, beautiful voice grants, and Jisung is fucking gone.  

With Chan fucking his ass hard and fast and Minho’s warm hand tugging him so deliciously, Jisung cums so hard his vision gets fuzzy. Loud, embarrassing noises come out of him, and he recognizes his voice more than he’s consciously aware of his mouth making them. Minho keeps stroking him through his orgasm as Chan suddenly stills.

Chan moans as Jisung’s hole rapidly clenches and unclenches. The last of four, he cums inside Jisung, officially completing the punishment for failure of the trial. 

Minho’s hand leaves Jisung’s softening cock as Chan pulls out. Exhausted and still trembling with the force of his orgasm, Jisung musters up enough energy to look up at his lover. Minho presses a chaste kiss to his lips before bringing his cupped hand to Jisung’s lips. 

Peering down into it, Jisung sees that the load is larger than usual… Approximately twice as large. 

Minho gives him a look, and Jisung quickly gets to work, licking the tepid cum out of the palm of Minho’s hand. It’s bitter and salty, but Jisung loves it. It’s beautiful in a way—for their cum to be mixed together like this. It moves from Minho’s hand to Jisung’s tongue and down into Jisung’s stomach. 

“It’s okay,” Minho says to him. “You just need a little more practice, but one day, you’ll make the perfect slave.”